Tuesday, January 22, 2013

It was quite a busy morning
at the yoga studio today. I always check for parking spaces when I drive past
before turning into the entrance. Confounding the arrival of many yoginis, valuable
spots were blocked by pet owners stopped at the door of the grooming business
next door, so the pooches didn’t have far to walk in the unusally chilly sixty-degree
Tampa morning. To avoid the fracas, I turned across the street and usurped some
of the front lawn belonging to a church.

Thankfully, the church people
don’t complain when we use their lawn, but I think they secretly take advantage
of those chaotic mornings in the yoga parking lot. Some days, I’m sure they enjoy
confusing our subconscious, keeping a clever call to worship message updated on
their sign directly in front of where we students park. With their catchy
one-liners planted in our minds, we attempt to “om” ancient Hindu sounds—enough
to throw off your balance in downward facing dog for sure.

Through the common wall the
studio shares with the grooming business, directions from our teacher to
lead us into that particular pose, as well as upward facing dog and puppy
stretch must have gotten the pets into an uproar. All that barking during our
shavasana made it clear that they don’t seem to take us in stride like the
church. But on my way out, I changed my mind when I noticed they had posted
their own signage.

Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original ten-sentence short stories by
Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that resonate with her.